many tickets did he take of you?"

"Faith, then, he took six, and gev me two guineas, Milly," the Captain
said. "I suppose them young chaps is not too flush of coin."

"He's full of book-learning," Miss Fotheringay continued. "Kotzebue! He,
he, what a droll name indeed, now; and the poor fellow killed by Sand,
too! Did ye ever hear such a thing? I'll ask Bows about it, papa, dear."

"A queer death, sure enough," ejaculated the Captain, and changed the
painful theme. "'Tis an elegant mare the young gentleman rides," Costigan
went on to say; "and a grand breakfast, intirely, that young Mister Foker
gave us."

"He's good for two private boxes, and at leest twenty tickets, I should
say," cried the daughter, a prudent lass, who always kept her fine eyes
on the main chance.

"I'll go bail of that," answered the papa, and so their conversation
continued awhile, until the tumbler of punch was finished; and their hour
of departure soon came, too; for at half-past six Miss Fotheringay was to
appear at the theatre again, whither her father always accompanied her;
and stood, as we have seen, in the side-scene watching her, and drank
spirits-and-water in the green-room with the company there.

"How beautiful she is," thought Pen, cantering homewards. "How simple and
how tender! How charming it is to see a woman of her commanding genius
busying herself with the delightful, though humble, offices of domestic
life, cooking dishes to make her old father comfortable, and brewing
drink for him with her delicate fingers! How rude it was of me to begin